When wandering throughout The Backrooms, some things may simply not make sense. A note from an unknown source documenting destruction, a Level which feels too reminiscent of certain events. No matter what, it's impossible to deny the fact that stories exist. It's not that we don't acknowledge these stories and events, it's the fact that they dip into each other, shatter each other's tales, breaking away at what founded these stories in the first place. They break laws established early on, and they show no indication of stopping.

Collected below are documents unearthed about each canon. If you wish to contribute to one, read the works under them first to get an understanding of what each represents. If you show interest in forming your own canon, check the bottom of the page for a guide.


If it exists, it can be exploited. The Backrooms are no different. There is a force mounting, an army of darkness that comes and goes with means unknown. You have come to know them, one way or another. A rumor, a story, a point of caution. Will you live the rest of your life free of their taint?

Or will you find them?

"This is false. I am not human."

"You look rather human to me, or you would, if you weren't wearing all that armor."

"You presume much, although I cannot fault you for basing your expectations on preexisting information. I am not wearing the equipment. I am the equipment."

"No, no way. You've got a body in there, I know it. I've seen it twice, once with what was left in the gauntlet I'm wearing, and twice when I… dispatched the one that came after me. You're a person under that, I've known that the whole time. I just didn't think that you thought like we did until now."

"That does not match our records. We are the equipment. The armor is me."

"Last I checked, armor doesn't bleed. Here, take that helmet off, and show me."

From Few See The Monsters' Azure Depth by Hylius


How would you react if your whole world was jeopardized? If every single bit of your reality crumbled in front of you piece by piece, what would you do? What could you do?

The inhabitants of The Backrooms face these questions. Strange, black patches of void begin spreading all around the confines of The Backrooms, eating away at several years of progress, history, and the lives of thousands of people trapped in this dimension.

Is there an end to the spread? Can the inhabitants of The Backrooms triumph over the greatest threat they have ever faced in their lifetime?

Or will they be cast into oblivion, consumed by the Decay, never to be seen again?

"No, n-no, you shouldn't b-be here! What in the se-seven blazes are you doing he-here as well!?" He said, shaking more than before.

"What's the matter Jo? Do you know what that thing is?" She said calmly, getting closer to it and placing her hand near it. "It's pretty cool, right?" she said again. Oh how naive she was, he thought to himself.

"No, n-not in the slightest, Freya. That t-thing shouldn't be here, it should've s-stayed where I found it!" He said, pointing at the thing with a fearful look on his face, and slowly backing away.

There, in that oh-so accursed corner, stood the same patch of cold, hazy, darkness he had seen a few weeks prior. No sound, no movements, no nothing; and that was the problem. This thing, now served him as a realization, that his previous judgements and fears were correct.

Something terribly, terribly, evil had just begun to take place.

From 'Something strange, in the neighbourhood' by Sariastuff.


Something rotten has corrupted those in the Backrooms. The already corrupt company Backrooms Robotics faces a difficult new overtaker. The M.E.G. has split in two, and the Splinter becomes a fierce new enemy. Tensions rise, and they soon break.

But none of that matters, as life as we know it will soon be tested when Backrooms Robotics brings humanity to the brink of extinction. Hold your friends close, and your enemies closer, as the world crumbles around you.

The group known as Backrooms Robotics has recently performed a number of raids on multiple factions, the Major Explorers Group is now appealing to all wanderers and former members of the aforementioned factions to join us in this time of need.

Despite what many may say, standing together is the only way to overcome this crisis. Together we have surmounted many dangers and this one is no different from any of those.
From Industrialization Preamble by Pandshark71004 and VivamusLudio

The Pantheon

In the beginning, The Backrooms were home to many powerful beings, each commanding an aspect of reality. They were as close as family, but that all changed after humans first entered The Backrooms. These siblings had reigned as gods over the humans, until they were overthrown and their alliance was fractured. Today, many of the "gods" are corrupted, dead or isolated, but they may soon be reunited against a force which threatens their entire home, and all its inhabitants alike.

……And so, the Gods emerged from the Aether, as they came down to form paradise. Just as a sculptor brings forth their masterpiece from a lump of clay, the divine touch of the Gods brought forth paradise from The Void. Each God played a pivotal role in creation, blessing us with many gifts…and necessary evils. We give ourselves to the Gods, appeasing them in the hopes that they may continue to bless us with yet more gifts, and usher in eons of prosperity to come.
From "The Pantheon" by Mctoran.

Simulation Canon

Simulation Canon is, admittedly, an erroneus name. It is a relic of its shaky, 2020 foundations when I first tried to dip my toes into narrative storytelling inside of the Backrooms with Level 600. If you look at both it, its two connected levels, and its accompanying tale, I'm sure you can tell it was a first attempt. — The Backrooms is a weird, wild place that can get as wacky as it wants, but the canon will always follow humans, human-based issues, and human feeling narratives.

In Sim, you won't usually get a character with powers or have extremely supernatural stuff happen. If it does, it usually happens for a narrative reason. Most people in the canon are just people trying to get by, anyone from a lone survivor to the leader of a dictatorship follows this rule. Besides its rigid timeline, that's basically as much identity as it has! I try stick to it as religiously as I can.
From "Simulation Canon" by BoringTalking.

Terror Hotel

Wanderers flock to the belly of the beast in search of their own goals and accomplishments, only to be disappointed when they find that when they poke the sleeping dog, it awakes to bite them. Those experienced enough in the games The Backrooms play know not to approach the Terror Hotel, for they value their lives most dearly.

Yet, the intrigue of the mysteries the hotel holds still attract visitors to it. Unknowing victims to a fate worse than death pour in on the daily to be swallowed up by forces beyond measure, and they show no sign of stopping.

This is my hotel. My domain, if you will. Nice, isn't it? I hope it didn't give you too much trouble. Having ran a place like this for so long, I try my best to keep it in its best shape.

You're scared, aren't you? That's alright. I can't imagine what you might've gone through to get here. How about this- I can help you. Let's strike a deal, you and I. It'll be our little secret. You just have to do a few things for me, nothing too difficult… And I promise you'll never have to feel that fear ever again.
From "Entity 18 - The Beast of Level 5" by ratscrapz.


This canon will follow the efforts of the group known as "The Masked Maidens" on their mission to cleanse the corruption of the different groups of The Backrooms — mainly the M.E.G. — from the supposedly virtuous values they claim to uphold. Each of the members wear a 'Mask' that not only conceals their identity, but also affects the user in a variety of powerful and dangerous ways.

They work in the shadows and accept new members when they find and use such masks. There will be stories detailing the feats of many members of the Masked Maidens in their quest to stop the spread of corruption; triumphs against evil and displays of courage are plentiful, but so are losses at the hands of forces of those most corrupt…

I hold no doubt that you have been notified of the ‘Masked Maidens’, all of those at your position are, and for good reason: They are a threat to your security. Your society built on lies has been outed as the corrupt establishment which it truly is, and they are the ones who will topple it over when the time comes to do so. The clock ticks towards your eventual demise, and you are spearheading the losing army.
From "Level 204 - The Grand Jungle" by Sariastuff.

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